All in a Day's Work

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‘Nother day. Home sweet home.
The highway roars and the long hauls try to complement what years of mismanagement and neglect did to these walls. After a couple of weeks, I think I adjusted to the noise. Or it probably just killed my ears.
Been a rough ride and Seattle’s toxic dirty spray posing as rain didn’t contribute much to smooth things out. Didn’t find anything valuable but ran into a ghoul, just outside of the Zone. Usually, I try to avoid’em, live and let live, you know. But this one was out for trouble. Now I got a head dangling from my ceiling that’s worth 500 bucks. Brightens the day, kinda.
Power’s down again, once more stuck with battery lights and AR, I guess. I’ll take care of the cables tomorrow. There’s no glory in being the janitor, but somebody has to do it, right?
Solitude’s proven to be a faithful friend, having no one around me keeps me focused. I can hold my own, but I don’t particularly like it.
I need to get my partner back. The hole that trip left is worse than Glow City‘s fucked up mana.
Talking more to my link and a cheeky rat than to actual people doesn’t help, either.
Speaking of which, where’s that little…
Hold on, gotta check the stairs, something’s off…

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Fuck.
Don’t wanna bitch too much, but I took bullets that hurt less.
And there you have mages whine about drain all the time. Try my way of healing people and you’ll be introduced to a whole new world of pain. Stupid elitist assholes…jeez.
Phew, that’s better…
All this fuzz ‘cause one of my neighbors took a knife to the leg…bleeding all over the place. Her boyfriend or whatever that guy’s supposed to be at least had the brains to leave the knife where it is.
The last thing I need is the bled out corpse of a kid this close to the monthly cop bribe, also known as our friggin rent, so I mojo-ed up and healed her. Ripped some cash off this week’s most popular panicky teenage couple so they won’t spread the word of a goody two shoes mage patching up people for free.
Will take a couple of hours for me to recover, but I guess one life saved was worth it. Nuyen and breakfast for me were in it, too, so, cut a good deal here.
Name’s Wily, she’s one of the girls from upstairs. They’re alright, just trying to get by. Didn’t quite catch the name of her skinny shadow.
Questions are tomorrow’s business, when we meet up in that mess of a kitchen…

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Start your day right, that’s what the commercials tell ya.
And so we did. Gave’em my camping stove ‘cause I’m sick of soy bars anyway and who would’ve thought?
Wily and her roomies got a five finger discount up in Bellevue, providing us with finest fancy food, green and healthy.
Landlords were already there, collecting the rent. Sonny and Rico are assholes, but really not the worst kind. Corrupt to a degree I can understand and as far as I know, quite alright for beat cops.
They bolstered their income and left us alone with our deluxe breakfast.
That silent guy from upstairs joined in. Jet if I caught his name right. We were talking a bit, about things I didn’t really wanna know, like how the girl got stabbed and that something’s fishy on Seattle’s streets. I numbed the chat about disappearing hookers with a good swing of breakfast vodka and enjoyed some rest and company.
Never think life gives you respite:
The pauses from taking its crap are just brief moments of life hauling off to hit you with a major league Urban Brawl bat the next second.
Seen this before: a crazed pimp yelling at his bitches for random reasons.
This chummer, though, was tripping nitro and didn’t seem to be satisfied with yelling; an Ares Predator compensates for a lack of eloquence quite good, I might add.
Bad call to bring his trouble to my place though.
Taking down pimps on nitro is never fun, but he got all the knuckle sandwiches he ordered, with some well placed knifes to the gut as a side dish.
One of his backup thugs bailed out, the other earned himself some nice new 10” piercings in form of crossbow bolts.
The place never has been comfy, but now it was hot and trashed.
Start your day right…yeah.

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One of the girls got zeroed in.Nebraska.
I guess I gotta get used to their names.
‘Nother of my partner’s traits that rubbed off on me. Thought I was doing fine just on my own but…
Let’s say misery loves company, cheesy as this may sound, it just works for me right now.
We geeked two Crimsons, bad news. Good thing I had just the address to get rid of the bodies and patch Nebraskas up again.
Could’ve healed her, but she looked bad enough for some genuine medical attention. So we grabbed all our stuff, hell, I even let that rat come along and off we went.Trillian‘s…clinic, for lack of a better word, was right in the Crimson Crush turf.
We didn’t fuck things up more than necessary, didn’t have trouble on our way there, even though one of this morning’s visitors had escaped.
Something with the false front pet shop was off, though.
Closed.
That probably just meant the elf was high as a kite right now. Some guy opened the door instead of her; reason enough for me to just rush in. Still, askin’ first, beating up later…turns out he was a doc, here for a job.
Guess the economy was kinda damaged in the area since the violence induced shortage of street clinics. Trililan’s place was basically the only one left I knew of, not counting Glow City.
And you don’t want to count in Glow City.
As I feared, Trillian was out.
Spirits…that woman.
I hate to go all white knight on her, but she’s one of the two people I have left.
Can’t tell why she puts up with those tortured furry existences around her or why she loves hallucinations more than life most of the time.
Dunno half of her story, to be honest.
Don’t need to. Sometimes I wonder if she knows that she can count on me.
The stitch gave Trillian a detox and took care of Nebraskas’s wounds.
I wonder where all those doctors are, when you really need ‘em, as we’ve had another walking in.
He didn’t come for Trillian, sadly, but for the new guy in town. Neil, not yet grampa material, but heading straight for it. He knew of Trill’s…habit and had a pretty adamant opinion about trippin’ personnel.
No deal to cut here, I guess, but me and my new flock of misfits had other, more pressing matters at hand.
We needed a ride, and we needed cash…